Chapter 217 Kyoto’s life and death (middle)

The two of them met from a distance, their eyes filled with excitement, stimulation, sparks of expectation, and a few faint fear...

Yes, there is fear.

In this moment of life and death battle, all the emotions of the two were fully revealed because they could not be distracted and concealed.

This is a true manifestation of the emotions deep in a person's heart. In the face of death, no one can truly ignore it.

Life and death are only a matter of slightest.

With just one round of competition, the two of them gathered unprecedentedly, and they did not dare to have any reservation or distraction.

“This is not a suitable battlefield.”

Yang Fan glanced at the sparsely populated bamboo forest under his feet.

Although this place is a remote place in Kyoto, it is still a little crowded after all.

In the battle with Wushuang, he must do his best to dispatch several trump cards.

Yang Fan doesn't want anyone with a heart to know his true strength and various means and secrets.

Whoosh!

Yang Fan turned around with his sword and turned into a faint shadow, like an arrow flying towards the north.

The emerald airflow on his body formed a cyclone, making it difficult for people to see its true appearance.

Wushuang's face was calm and he stepped on the void, and he just followed him.

However, there was a bit of expectation and excitement in his eyes, and there was only a green spot of light left in his pupils.

Whoosh —

The two of them were one in front and one behind, and the scenery under their feet moved back quickly, and the sound of wind was whistling in their ears.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and at some point, the things under your feet are blurred,

One hundred miles...two hundred miles...five hundred miles...

Flying farther and farther.

Yang Fan was as calm as water, calm and composed, and his speed reached an incredible level.

During this process, the mana was consumed rapidly, but his abnormal recovery power allowed him to last for such a rapid state.

If it were a cultivator of the same level of foundation building stage, in this state, he would probably be exhausted after flying for two hours.

However, Yang Fan flew for half a day, but his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and his breathing was stable.

I don’t know how many miles they had been flying. When night fell, the two of them flew to a deserted desert.

Wushuang always followed him. At the beginning, he was a little impatient, but then the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, and his heart was calm. He followed Yang Fan, neither slow nor quick, nor abandoned him.

He understood that this battle was a process of fighting wits and courage, and it also tests people's perseverance and character.

Looking at this barren desert, Yang Fan suddenly paused: "Let's just be here..."

The two landed slowly on the ground.

Through the Jade Slip Map, Yang Fan learned that this place is called "Yanyue Desert", covering about a radius of thousands of miles. It seems that there is an incomparable small sect hidden here.

"war!"

Wu Shuang's eyes condensed, and his body was like snow-white clothes in this desert, which was quite conspicuous.

After saying that, he punched two punches from the air, and a ripples suddenly appeared in the air around him.

Slap!

The invisible palm force was generated, and the cold light flashed in the void instantly, and the pressure in the area suddenly rose several times.

Hissing ~

In the desert area between the two of them, a two-foot-depth gully appeared silently, with a straight line without any bending.

Yang Fan stood still, with a green air whirling around him, slapping out his palms like flowing water, and there was a faint sense of floating aura.

Bang bang!

Yang Fan fought with the sharp palm force that seemed to be born out of thin air in front of him.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling came, and Wushuang's attack contained a sharp sword energy that could penetrate the mountain wall almost instantly.

Even if the essence iron is in front of you, it is no different from tofu, and it will be broken with one blow.

Integrate the artistic conception of swords into every detail, whether it is punching or other attacks, it contains Xiao Xiao’s sword energy.

Yang Fan retreated rapidly, but he only dispersed 70% of the power of the two palms in the air. The rest of the power was like a broken bamboo, attacking his arm, causing him to feel inexplicable pain, and his meridians immediately ruptured.

Fortunately, his Xianhong Jue's power turned into a trickle hot spring to dissolve the remaining power.

As for the injuries I just suffered, most of the injuries I recovered from my breath.

Slap!

Wushuang attacked again.

"It's not a solution to continue like this!"

Yang Fan's eyes sterned, and a blue brick appeared in his hand.

Buzz!

A green glow turned into a stone tablet three meters wide, blocking it in front of it. A layer of mysterious runes lingered on the huge brick, shining with a faint golden light, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Dangdang!

Two metal-heavy sounds of intersection came.

These two sharp fists returned without any effort.

Wushuang looked at the blue brick in front of him in a little surprised manner.

Yang Fan sneered, I am an immortal cultivator, how could I fight with martial arts cultivators in close combat?

What immortal cultivators are good at are magic weapons, magic and magical powers.

"go!"

The magic trick in Yang Fan's hand changed, and the blue board turned into a blue afterimage, which "swoosh" and pressed towards Wushuang.

Just as Wushuang was about to use magical powers similar to the wind escape technique, he felt a huge pressure coming, which made him fail to cast the technique.

As he saw, the huge shadow of bricks had already fallen on his head.

Since I can't avoid it, I can only fight it.

Wushuang raised his hands, held them up lightly, and touched the blue bricks.

Bang~~~~~

The blue brick was bounced apart, and Wushuang's body floated several feet away, like a piece of white paper, without any effort.

Yang Fan was shocked. The huge brick that had been weighing thousands of pounds was smashed down with all his might. It was easily resolved by Wushuang and escaped unscathed.

Is this the power of martial arts?

From the battle to now, Yang Fan has discovered a phenomenon that Wushuang has not used power beyond his level.

In the first two attacks, Wushuang's power may be lower than Yang Fan. Only this time when facing the magic weapon did he use his power close to Yang Fan.

"My 'Silent Wind Technique' just now failed..."

Wushuang looked at the huge bricks hovering in the air in a little surprised.

With his speed and instant wind technique, he could dodge before the opponent's spiritual weapon attacked.

However, Yang Fan's blue bricks contained a strange gravity that locked the space. Without being able to defend themselves, he had to choose to fight.

Yang Fan was secretly happy, but he didn't expect that the green bricks would have such a miraculous effect, which almost caused Wushuang to suffer a secret loss.

Whoosh!

The huge brick attacked again, and a huge shadow swept through the void. The green glow bloomed, and then it covered like a hill.

call out!

This time, Wushuang was prepared for a long time, and his figure "swooshed" and dodged a blow at the moment before gravity came, and then hit Yang Fan.

A cold light flashed in Wushuang's deep eyes, and his body was like a sharp sword and shot towards Yang Fan, and he punched him hard.

Bang!

With a punch, the silver cold light surrounded his arms.

In an instant, a cylindrical light and shadow shot out through the air, carrying a force that trembled the soul.

Yang Fan was throbbing and it was impossible to recall the blue brick immediately.

Seeing this, he raised his hand and waved his hand and another blue brick appeared in front of him.

Buzz!
To be continued...